Lyrics:

Accusations to executions

Guillotine n’ gallows were the best solutions

Pain is all that remained

For her little heart to contain

Lead away by the friar’s lantern

To find a bout of hope at the midnight tavern

“Drink” is what the wicked would speak

To the ears of the shaken n’ weak

Ripped the sixes with a horror crafter

Had a radio that poured out laughter

Screams is how it sounded to me

A reversed note played on repeat

The white lady was a lilac chaser

Stare her down long enough and you’ll erase her

Three on a match would agree

This wasn’t how it’s meant to be

This drag will pass you by

Don’t do yourself in

Just to make 'em cry

For now if you can hold your head up high

You’d do best to do your best to try

Sun dying feels melancholic

The water that she’s pouring tastes alcoholic

Bitter but serves the use

Of forgetting the repeated abuse

Stuffed her pockets with pedals of flowers

Swore the scent would cleanse her in her final hours

Prayed in the midnight shade

The last time she’ll feel afraid